Good Morning Heart! Hello Legs – Bike Trails in Hillsborough County Florida
This is going to be so much fun. Thanks for joining me this morning. I know it’s a bit chilly and yep, I can see my breath too as the morning sun wiggles its way in...
Category: Florida
A restroom confessional-“His name is Billy Damn-it!”
I was heading into the restroom at the campground where we were staying and almost ran into a young man standing just inside the door. My initial reaction was one of surprise but then...
Dreams of The Thaw
It’s winter still, but we’re fattening the horses, bulking up supplies and getting the wagons ready for our first adventure across the mighty Mississippi into the wild west later this year. Most of America...
Something About Spanish Moss
There’s a winter front coming through today. As the wind rustles the awnings on the camper, I glance out the living-room window and become enamored with the Spanish moss blowing back and forth from the...
Red Bucket in Siesta Key
It’s a little after three in the morning and I wake up with both of my hands pounding. It feels like someone took a Eastwing hammer and beat my palms. Perhaps I should turn on...
Sometimes I Fly Like an Eagle
In June of 2014 when we began our nomadic experiment and moved our happy selves into our 19′ camper, we thought it was just going to be a year long sabbatical tooling around the countryside...
The Accident
“It’s OK honey”, she reassured him. “You are doing this with dignity. You gave everything for them and it’s not wrong to ask for a little help back. ” He slips on his hat,...
Magic Dust
It’s 11:00 Saturday morning and Tom and Mary load their three kids into the mini van. The hatchback is filled with an overflowing cooler, lawn chairs, bathing suits, and countless toys that will soon be used...
Never, Ever, say Never
There was a time when I was absolutely convinced that I would never eat oysters. After all, everyone knows that they have a consistency of something you’d cough up when you have a bad cold....
Following the Flow
With our camper attached to the truck, we inch our little turtle shell to the gate of the campground where we’ve lived for the past month in the tip of Southern Florida. The gate arm...
